Of Hell and Who Tells It

It seems a much harder phone call for you

This horrible call as you make a point to refer to it as

Yet I know exactly why you say so

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I answer though I know there will never be

Enough time

There never was

Never will be for anyone

Anywhere anytime ever

There is just not enough time

There isn’t

So five minutes is an eternity or a vanishing noise

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It is hell for you and I know it

Nothing makes the sense it used to

And it needs to

I have known that myself to an extent

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I need to write you a really long or short letter

That depends I guess

On if you get mail

But you only sent mail

To yourself

Now you are writing yourself back

Everyday

All the time

For any reason

So you need to share with whomever will listen

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It is hell and everyone knows it

We, and I say we because

We can’t understand it

The way you do

The way

You can be cavalier like a dying knight

You can be vulnerable like a nominee

You can be hard like a outdated gangster

You can be less and less like the friend i once knew

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You ask for my time

But I feel like I am giving you yours